Rob Walls
By
John Grey
Death In The Family
We live in a valley
surrounded by mountains.
Our setting gathers all the rainfall,
the strains of sunlight
through the peaks.
Our land’s so soft and green.
like Ireland in a cupped hand.
But today, we feel the
tragedy in the air,
the fluvial forces, the erosion,
the scattering of debris.
It’s Eden but we cannot
accept where we find ourselves:
numbed elbows propped up on a bar.
a street of heavily mortgaged houses.
Dating The Snake
At the end of their night together,
she kissed his lips
but avoided the fangs behind.
She was fully aware he was venomous
but there was something intriguing
about the flattering forked tongue.
The proud cocked head
and the long, slithery body
he could shed in an instant.
No, she didn’t love him.
Herpetology is, after all,
the study, not the embrace.
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